My marriage to Elliott Wellington was a godsend for me but not for him. On our wedding night, he left me and went somewhere else. Later, I found out that the woman was none other than his ex-girlfriend, Patricia Adams. In the fourth year of our marriage, I finally made up my mind and asked for a divorce, but he pushed me against the door and roared like a madman, “Scarlett, I’m not the trash you throw away after playing with me!” This year marked the fourth year of my marriage to Elliott. In the past, I would definitely jog behind him or be at his beck and call. However, now, I found life increasingly hopeless and boring. After four years of marriage, I had been making an effort to play the role of a considerate wife in public. Elliott had been doing the same. He was seen as a rare ideal husband by my parents, an exemplary spouse by the media, and a caring president of a wealthy family by others. In short, in the eyes of outsiders, he was perfect. Therefore, after knowing that I had an argument with him, they habitually blamed me instead of him. To others, Elliott was such an exceptional husband that he was one in a million. But there was a reason they thought highly of him. I would have done the same thing six years ago. After all, that was when I fell in love with him. As a junior in college, I saw Elliott for the first time and was struck by how incredibly handsome he was. Since then, I always paid attention to him, arranging encounters while making him believe they were accidental. “Elliott, what a coincidence! Are you going to the library, too? “Elliott, you are coming to this cafeteria today, too!” … Finally, after a series of chance encounters, I exchanged contact information with Elliott. Then, I became one of the insignificant faces among his Instagram followers. How could an excellent person like him remember my appearance and name? But I didn’t give up. I sent him good morning and good night messages daily and occasionally shared interesting things that happened to me. However, Elliott was very aloof. He responded only selectively, and at times, I wouldn’t hear from him for several days. At that time, I thought I was too annoying and felt bad for a while. Until that day, I saw him kissing a girl under a tree. I later found out that she was the one that other girls on the campus confession wall envied for being with Elliott. But I was like a clown, sending him nonsense messages every day. He must find me annoying. Yesterday, instead of informing me directly, he told his secretary, Victor Hastings, that he was going to have dinner outside. I cooked a lot of delicious food and waited until dark before receiving a call from Victor. I had been married to Elliott for four years. During that time, I had nearly exhausted all my affection for him. Where he was and what he was doing now were completely unknown to me. I rarely inquired about his affairs and was unaware of most of them. If it hadn’t been for that message, I wouldn’t have even discovered that he went to his childhood sweetheart’s house on our wedding night. It was the same girl from college, Patricia Adams. However, he explained, “The company has a document that needs to be processed urgently.” At 1:30 in the morning, while lying on my bed in my bedroom, I could faintly hear the sound of raindrops falling outside. It was my first night as Elliott’s wife after our wedding. Yet, he was with another woman at that moment. I couldn’t calm down because he left with just one phone call. Feeling upset, I picked up my phone to scroll through Instagram, only to receive a text message from a number ending in “0814”. [Elliott is doing well here with me. Thank you.] These hurtful words stung my eyes and gave me a headache. But when Elliott came back the next day, I pretended to be ignorant, as if I had never received that message. “Aren’t you curious about where I went last night?” he asked while skillfully cutting the steak on his plate. Slightly startled, I smiled, “Didn’t you mention you went to the company to process a document?” He raised his eyebrows and said nothing more. I was unsure whether it was a test or a suspicion of me. I always felt that he had some secrets behind marrying me.
Lying on the soft, big bed, I recalled the four years of marriage. Despite having no feelings for me, Elliott was a good husband. After marrying him, I enjoyed a luxurious life, thanks to his position as president. I played cards and went shopping every day. My life was pretty comfortable. But I gradually lost my patience with this boring life and even attempted to escape because Elliott’s beloved wasn’t me. The bedroom door was pushed open, and a tall figure instantly loomed over the quilt. I knew Elliott was back. The clock ticked once and struck midnight. He came back early tonight. I felt the mattress dip behind me as a warm body pressed against my back. “I know you’re not asleep yet.” Elliott’s breath brushed my neck. I didn’t pivot around and said calmly, “I’m not in the mood today.” He still turned a deaf ear to my words, as domineering as ever. After we had sex, I listened to the raindrops falling outside. I pondered for a moment and said seriously, “Elliott, let’s get a divorce.” I wasn’t sure if Elliott heard me that night, but he didn’t return for the next two nights. It was normal for him not to come back home, so I didn’t dwell on it. I made an appointment with a friend to go shopping in a newly opened mall. While wandering around, we walked past Elliott’s company. It was a thirty-story building that housed many industries. As the owner of the building, Elliott had lived a high-profile “celebrity” life since his childhood. “Don’t you want to go upstairs and take a look?” I pulled my friend, feeling embarrassed. “No. Let’s continue shopping. There’s a great café up ahead.” To my surprise, I turned around and saw a very familiar figure at the front desk of the lobby on the first floor. My friend also saw her and drew me hurriedly. “Isn’t that your husband’s first love? Why is she here?” Having already decided to divorce, I was unwilling to get involved too much in Elliott’s affairs. I was about to grab my friend and leave this place. “What a coincidence!” A sweet voice sounded behind us. “Mrs. Wellington.” I sensed Patricia’s hatred from the form of address. If something hadn’t happened in her family that forced her to break up with Elliott, I wouldn’t have married him and become Mrs. Wellington. So, I could really turn a blind eye to her rude tone. “Yeah, what a coincidence,” I replied out of politeness. Patricia sized me up with burning eyes. “Would you like to go in for a cup of coffee?” She was referring to the coffee bar in the company’s lobby. I didn’t frequent it often and had only had a drink there once. However, she acted as though she were the building’s hostess, inviting me, the true hostess. My friend couldn’t help but retort, “Ms. Adams, there’s no need for coffee. After all, Mrs. Wellington and I are going to the café in front. Enjoy the free coffee in the lobby on the first floor yourself!” Before I could say anything, my friend pulled me away. “Don’t you want to know what happened between Elliott and me over the years?” Patricia’s voice kept echoing in my mind, and I was very curious about their past. “Don’t overthink. She is shameless.” In the café, my friend held my hand and comforted me. I shook my head. “I am fine. I’m just interested in what she said.” “You have to trust Elliott. The hardest part of a relationship is building mutual trust.” I had always believed in Elliott, but all I received in return were the duties of a husband and wife. As for everything else, I felt nothing. I suspected Elliott might have given Patricia some instructions, as she had the audacity to provoke me today. If he hadn’t doted on her so much, how would she have dared to confront me? After figuring it out, I became more determined to get a divorce.
I rarely saw Elliott these days. Either he returned after I had fallen asleep or left before I woke up. But I had long been accustomed to this kind of life. After getting up in the morning, I habitually made my own breakfast, browsed my phone, and laughed heartlessly. I had received plenty of provocative messages in the past few days. [Elliott will never fall in love with you.] [Elliott belongs to me alone!] And so on. I immediately knew it was Patricia trying to upset me, but she didn’t realize I had lost interest in such matters. My phone rang in the afternoon, and I answered Elliott’s call. “Let’s go to the steakhouse at Cedar Avenue tonight!” His voice on the other end of the phone was deep and magnetic. I hadn’t heard it for a long time, and I was distracted for a while. “Me and you?” I paused and asked again, “Just the two of us?” He seemed surprised by my questions and couldn’t help laughing. “Yes, I have already made a reservation.” I beamed with joy and agreed immediately, “Okay!” We could talk about divorce tonight. I was not sure if Elliott could predict the future or if it was because of something else. He stood me up. I waited in the steakhouse for half an hour, but he didn’t show up, so I took my bag and went home. Two hours later, he called me hurriedly. “I’m so sorry. I had an overseas video meeting. Are you home?” I held the phone and hesitated in silence for a while before replying, “Yeah.” In my opinion, divorce was a very serious matter and should be discussed face to face. Elliott should be back tonight. As I expected, there was a noise outside the villa at around eleven o’clock in the evening. Upstairs, I took out the divorce agreement I had prepared in advance. Elliott took off his coat while explaining inexplicably, “I’m sorry something delayed me tonight. Did you wait long?” He rarely cared about these before. “Have you had dinner yet? If not, let’s eat something together.” I felt mixed emotions, tugged at the corner of my clothes, and said, “Elliott, let’s get a divorce!” He seemed not to have heard clearly and asked, “What? “What did you say?” I replied calmly, “I said we should get divorced. You can be with your childhood sweetheart, and we should move on from each other.” It seemed that Elliott hadn’t heard me that night. He grew furious. His eyes widened instantly as he clenched his fists and growled, “Do you dare to repeat it?” I said fearlessly, “I said…” Elliott’s aggressive kiss prevented me from finishing my words. I punched his back hard until he let go of me just before I almost suffocated. I noticed his bloodshot eyes and a bit of blood at the corner of his mouth, which was from where my lip had been scratched. He wiped his lips as if removing something very filthy, then stared at me coldly and said, “Scarlett, I’m not the trash you throw away after playing with me!” Before I could say anything, the door was slammed shut. I brought up this matter in such a casual way, as simple as going to the supermarket to buy groceries. But Elliott’s reaction dissatisfied me very much! A divorce would allow him to be with his childhood sweetheart, would it not? If it had been someone else, they would have readily agreed to such a good thing. I believed people like Elliott should be more cunning. Despite the idea that it would be better if fewer people knew about this, I could no longer hide my excitement. I told my friend in advance. “What did you say? Do you want a divorce? “Are you going to abandon such an ideal husband? Give him to me.” I didn’t bother to explain to her how I spent the past few years. Even if I did, she certainly wouldn’t buy my story because, in her eyes, Elliott was simply perfect. “My marriage is not as good as you think,” I replied while holding the phone. My friend calmed down and advised, “But Scarlett, your marriage may not be as bad as you think! I regard Elliott as a reliable person.” I understand why she always spoke well of Elliott. During my junior year, I cried my heart out in depression because he had a girlfriend. When my friend invited me to go out and have fun, I either declined or appeared very gloomy once there. Later, I felt better. It wasn’t until my senior year that I got together with Elliott. She was the first one with whom I shared the news. I believed she genuinely wanted me to be happy after witnessing our relationship evolve into marriage over the years. Furthermore, he had taken good care of me and done nothing wrong. But it wasn’t a reason for me to compromise, right?
Several days passed. Elliott still didn’t come back, and I had no idea where he spent the night. It should be Patricia’s place. After all, she had recently sent me so many inappropriate messages to provoke me that I couldn’t even block them. She was the only one who had so much free time to upset me. Today was the day Elliott and I had scheduled for our monthly visit to his parents. In the past, we would go together, but this time, I had to go alone. After getting ready and dressed, I carried my latest bag and drove my own supercar to the Wellington Manor. It was in a serious and classic style, and there were several arches in the garden behind the gate. I walked through the front yard and saw Elliott’s grandmother, Laura Wellington, sitting in the center. “Laura, why did you come out today?” I approached her with a smile. She often gave me gifts and treated me like her own granddaughter. “Scarlett, you are here! Where’s Elliott?” “He is busy at work, so he asked me to come by myself.” I lied without hesitation. Laura hit her cane on the ground angrily. “He doesn’t care about you! How inconsiderate!” Elliott’s parents also criticized him. And so did I. Moreover, I even exaggerate the situation, hoping to destroy the good man image that Elliott had created completely. Suddenly, a deep male voice came from the door. “I do care about Scarlett!” It was Elliott?! I pivoted around and saw him. How could he say such shameless things? Wasn’t he afraid that I would record it and send it to his childhood sweetheart? I deliberately turned my eyes from him. “Elliott, you must take good care of Scarlett! After all, you chose her as your wife!” Elliott glanced over and said, “I know, Grandma. You all have seen whether I take good care of her or not!” To be honest, I couldn’t help but admire his eloquence. He kept telling his family how well he treated me, setting it up so that if we divorced in the future, the blame would undoubtedly fall on me. He was going to get me into trouble. I hurriedly grabbed Laura’s hand and complained aggrievedly, “Laura, you have to scold him for me. We had a quarrel these days, and I didn’t even know where he was!” She was very anxious. “What was going on?” “That’s not true, Grandma. We love each other. Scarlett was just joking!” He pulled me away from Laura with a fake smile. Then, he whispered in my ear, “You’d better not tell them these things. Otherwise, there will be consequences.” I rolled my eyes at him. His threat didn’t scare me. After dinner, we left the Wellington Manor. I didn’t plan to ride in the same car with Elliott. “I have something else to do. See you later!” I intended to go to the bar and have some fun with my friends. After being mostly homebound for four years of marriage, I was eager to enjoy my single life in advance. “Aren’t you going home?” Elliott watched me get into my red supercar. Home? It wasn’t home at all. Instead of replying, I started the engine directly. In an instant, a dark figure suddenly rushed into my front passenger seat. “What are you doing?” I glared at Elliott. He sized me up. “I am looking at my wife.” I was so upset by his words. “We are getting divorced. I won’t be your wife soon.” “Since we aren’t divorced, you are still my wife.” My plan was ruined by Elliott, so I had to drive back to the villa. The wind blew through the dark night, making the hair on his forehead even more disheveled. He appeared more attractive than before. As a student, he was immature and introverted, but now he exuded maturity and steadiness. Without Patricia, maybe I could really continue to live a happy life with him. “What are you thinking? The light turned green.”
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